CRAZY DAY!

Louie's pov

(Cuz I love him!)

BANG BANG BANG! I hear first thing in the morning.

"Ugh! Go to bed Huey! I don't wanna do your Junior Woodchucks junk!" Dewey groans from beneath me.

I realize I'm pretty much on top of him, but I'm too tired and lazy to move.

"Get up! Rise and shine!" Huey sings opening our door.

"We can't shine if the sun isn't even up!" Dewey growls pulling the covers over his head which also goes over mine.

"Nope! Get up! It's the one day a year that it's family woodchucks day!" Huey exclaims.

How can he function?

I haven't open my eyes or moved.

"Huey, it's 4:30 in the morning. Go to bed! Our baby brother and I just went to be an hour or two ago. Let us sleep!" Dewey grumbles.

"Go to bed earlier. It's not my fault." Huey shrugs.

"I got exactly 8 hours of sleep! I went to bed at 8:15, and was asleep by 8:30." Huey brags.

"Whatever. Go away." Dewey slaps Huey's hand away when Huey starts to mess with Dewey.

"Come on Dewey! Get up! I know you wanna." Huey bribes.

"No no no no no! How many times do I have to say it?! At least let our baby brother sleep. I'll get up if I have to if Louie gets to sleep." Dewey gives in.

That was sweet.

I wouldn't be able to sleep if he wasn't here though so I wrap my arms firmly around him and Dewey plays with my hair.

"Nope! Not good enough. I'll give you a 10 minute snooze. When I come back though, I will literally pull you out of bed." Huey threatens.

He then leaves and Dewey locks the door using an app on his phone.

"Go back to sleep baby brother. He's gone and won't be bothering us. We will discuss how to handle these things later." Dewey assures me.

"Thanks." I try and sound sincere but it sounds very much like a mumble.

Dewey understands and gently pulls my head back into his chest.

We finally get to sleep a little longer.

"You sure slept a while Lou Lou." Dewey teases when sit up and rub my eyes waking up.

"What time is it?" I ask ignoring the nickname.

"The next day!" Dewey grins.

"What?! That's a new record!" I exclaim.

"I'm glad we missed Huey's dumb woodchuck day! We need a day that we create to annoy him." Dewey suggests.

"Are you saying..." I hint.

"A crazy day! A day where all we do is go crazy!" Dewey

bounces on the bed.

I grab his wrist and pull him back up on the bed properly when he starts to fall off.

"Thanks Lou." Dewey laughs.

"Tomorrow, is officially crazy day. Now let's just go ahead and sleep till tomorrow morning. Or should I say, midnight?" I smirk.

"Totally!" Dewey agrees and we fall back asleep.

"Lou! It's midnight!" Dewey whispers gently waking me up.

"Ugh." I groan.

"Make That Ugh into a bleh blip bloo!" Dewey makes crazy noises.

I laugh and sit up.

"Let's go see how Huey likes being woken up at this time." I smirk.

We tip toe to a room filled with crazy blow horns and mega phones and grab a bunch of junk.

We sneak into Huey's room then I start ringing a cowbell.

Dewey makes cow noises and we shout through megaphones.

"Ah!" Huey yells and falls out of bed.

Dewey immediately pounces on him.

"Morning Huey." Dewey grins.

"Ugh! Why?! It's not time to wake up! I haven't gotten 8 hours!" Huey complains.

"Too bad! Hahaha!" Dewey says obnoxiously.

Huey pushes Dewey off him and climbs back into bed.

I start flickering the lights.

"Who's making all this horrible noise in the middle of the night?!" Webby jumps in with a sword.

I scream and fall backwards.

"Hey Webby." Dewey winks running a hand through his hair.

"Oh. What's going on?" Webby asks.

"CRAZY DAY!" Dewey and I scream loudly.

"Ooh! Can I join?!" Webby jumps up and down.

"Of course!" Dewey smiles.

We bang on things

and knock a whole bunch of stuff down in Huey's room.

After the room is wrecked, we scream 2 minutes straight and leave.

"That was awesome!" Webby giggles.

"Just wait until you see what we do next!" Dewey looks at me and nods.

When breakfast time comes, Dewey, Webby, and I are busy stocking our tongues through holes we've punched in paper towels.

"Bleh!" Dewey shouts.

We all laugh and bang the table.

"Huey comes in groaning and sits down.

"An ice cream breakfast!" Mrs. Beakly, who is also in on this, shouts.

We all cheer while Huey complains shaking his head.

"Ready Lou?" Dewey asks holding chocolate syrup above my head.

I nod and he pours it all over me.

I flinch and try not to cry because I hate it so much.

"What a waste!" Huey gasps.

"Now for sprinkles!" Dewey shouts and shakes them all over me.

He then puts ice cream and a cherry on top.

"Eww!" Huey looks like he's gonna puke.

"Now some whip cream and nuts!" Dewey lists.

Great.

Huey runs out of the room with is hand over his mouth.

He probably did go and puke.

"Good job! Now let's go help Louie get this off him." Dewey nervously laughs.

I nod and we go to wash this out of my hair.

When I'm watching tv, I pour soda all over Dewey after taking the first sip to get back at him.

Huey sees and walks away.

Webby throws balloons and streamers all over the hallway and it's ridiculous.

We pour oil on the floor and Huey slips.

Lunch and dinner are the same crazy things.

We jump on Huey's bed until midnight and then crash onto Dewey's bed when we enter our room.

"That was crazy!" I laugh exhausted.

"Yeah. You ok?" Dewey turns to me.

"Fine. Just REALLY tired. Even a crazy day is hard." I admit.

"I'm gonna go to my room now. Just know that Huey will probably want to get back at all of us. So beware." Webby says scarily.

I gasp grabbing Dewey's arm.

"Goodnight!" Webby then says in a cheery voice and skips off.

Dewey and I look at each other and scream.

"Ahhh!"

"Quiet!" We hear Huey yell causing us to lock our door.

We then go to sleep a few more days without worries.

A/N

I know this was horrible. Also useless. I'm just trying to take my mind off probably never seeing my favorite 3rd grader ever again. I'm SUPER sad.